This is near the top of my reading list so y'all can expect a review before too terrible long.  This topic has touched my family & even though it's fictionalized, reading how other families have handled a similar situation called to me.  Bit of a love/hate thing if that makes sense... TANGLED LIVES goes on sale today. Amazon is currently unavailable due to the Hachette dispute.     B&N     Goodreads A new novel about family secrets from New York Times best-selling author HILARY BOYD In Hilary Boyd ‘s second novel Tangled Lives Annie Delancey is happily married, in her early 50s, with three grown children. But Annie guards a secret. At age nineteen she had a baby boy and gave him up for adoption. She still thinks of him every day. One day she receives a letter from Kent Social Services; her son Daniel wants to make contact. A part of her is overjoyed--she longs to meet him. But another part fears what this revelation will do to her family, none of whom know about her past. When Daniel is introduced to Annie's family, a few small tears in the family fabric suddenly gape wide, and the impact of is greater than she could have ever imagined. An emotional and suspenseful story that hits on the topical contemporary issue of adopted children seeking out their biological parents later in life.

 “How was last night?” Emma was asking Marsha. “She met a cute guy!” Lucy answered for her. “Shut up! I didn’t. He was cute, beautiful in fact, but I told you, he wasn’t my type.” Emma shook her head at her friend. “Nothing new there then! Can’t remember the last time you had the hots for someone . . . well, I can, but . . .” “Just because you fancy everything that moves,” Marsha  interrupted. Emma laughed. “Yeah, it’s easier that way.” “Thanks, I’m flattered,” Ed said, frowning. Emma leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “And so you should be.” Annie saw her elder daughter turn away, and knew she had been right. “I’ll make some more pancakes in a sec,” she said asshe turned the letter over and pulled at the brown flap. “Oh, Mommyyy . . . you spoil us.” Ed bounced around the table and draped his arms around his mother in a tight hug. She returned his embrace, so happy to have him home. But he wasn’t looking well, she thought. He’d never had much color, inheriting her own blond hair and the same gray- blue eyes, but now he looked almost pallid. No sunlight with all those ridiculous hours he puts in, she thought, noticing the padding that had recently appeared around his waist. He wasn’t tall like her and his father, more stocky, but he was too young to start putting on weight. She returned her attention to the letter, drawing a single piece of paper from the envelope. "What’ve you got there?” Ed peered over her shoulder. But after a cursory glance, she instinctively closed the letter and pushed it under the pile. What she had glimpsed was almost incomprehensible. Like an automaton, she got up and went to the frying pan, stirring the batter, reaching for the ladle, heating the butter. Only when Ed and Emma had their own pile of pancakes, and she had retrieved the remaining bacon from the oven, did she fi nd an excuse to leave the room, knowing that if she didn’t have a moment alone, she would explode. “Anyone seen my phone?” she asked, casting a vague glance around the kitchen. The others all shook their heads. “Probably in the bedroom,” Richard suggested. “I just need to check the deliveries went out all right. I’ll be back in a minute.” She headed quickly for the stairs, the letter stuffed in the pocket of her gray tracksuit bottoms. Once clear of the basement, she ran up the two stories to her bedroom and shut the door with exaggerated care. She sat on her bed, her hands cold and shaking as she opened the letter again. This can’t be true, she told herself.  She took a few measured breaths and reached for hercell, which lay on the bedside table. “Jamie, it’s me. Are you around for a coffee? . . . I can’t get away right now, everyone’s here for brunch, but what about later? . . . Three’s fine. The usual? . . . Great . . . No, I’m OK, honestly . . . I’ll tell you when I see you. Bye . . . bye.” Her voice sounded hoarse, but she was surprised any words came out at all. The phone call seemed to have drained all her strength, and she lay back silently on the bed, clutching the letter in one hand, her cell in the other. She felt almost ill, her heart clattering dangerously in her chest, but after a few moments she forced herself upright. Checking in the bedroom mir- ror, she saw that she looked deathly pale. They can’t see me like this. She rubbed her cheeks, took a few deep breaths, brushed her fair hair vigorously, and then made her way downstairs. Ed and the girls were deep in conversation; only Richard glanced up. “Everything OK?” She must have looked blank because he added, “with the deliveries?” “Oh, Carol wasn’t answering. I might drop around later, just to check.” Richard smiled. He had long ago accepted her passion for her work. When Lucy started school, Annie had set up a small business making celebration cakes. It was a carryover from the job she’d taken, age nineteen, cooking director’s lunches. This was in the days when company directors still had nicely brought- up girls come in to prepare meals for themselves and their clients. It had been her mother’s idea, and she did as she was told— at that stage in her life she hadn’t felt she had many options. And it was at one such company, an accountancy firm, that she had met Richard Delancey.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Hilary Boyd is the best-selling author of Thursdays in the Park. She grew up in London. Educated at Roedean, an all-girls boarding school in Sussex, she went on to become a nurse and marriage counselor. In her 30s, she went back to school to earn a degree in English Literature from London University. A former health journalist, she has published six nonfiction books on health-related subjects, such as step-parenting, depression, and pregnancy. She has been writing novels in her spare time for 20 years. Tangled Lives is her second novel. Boyd is working on her third novel, Straight To The Heart, about a middle-aged nurse who falls in love with a mountaineer. Boyd is married to film director and producer Don Boyd. She has three daughters and lives in London. Visit Hilary    Twitter ABOUT THE PUBLISHER: Quercus Publishing, Inc. publishes under the imprints Quercus, MacLehose Press, Quercus Children’s Books, Jo Fletcher Books, and Heron Books. We publish a range of high quality commercial, literary, and translated fiction; as well as nonfiction, illustrated, science fiction, fantasy, horror, young adult, and juvenile titles. Quercus North America is distributed by Random House. Website     FB     Twitter